My thoughts are vivid from the blue,
It is the ceaseless sea of orange star;
Its sacred light astonishes my heart
Heavy with waters of the blood and gold.
My thoughts are vivid like life spoken,
Mastering the star as it transgresses,
Bold is the blood boiling inside.
My salient features are injected
By this blue act, this blue breeze.
Its sea freezes near the arctic pole,
This earth is frozen from sight.
My depression has mastered the old
Language of a downtrodden world,
A world so empty with the sin at heart.
My thoughts depress my being when the
Red light of the star shines brightly
Like a torso, a leg and hand,
A brighter star so golden and silver
With spurious moons, of lightweight
Fighters and boosters,
The agonies have arrived at their feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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